Posted Jan. 6, 2022, 2:46 p.m. by Ensign Alwyn Yarwood (Medical Doctor) (Adrien Jouve)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Alwyn Yarwood check-in on the USS Sentinel
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Alwyn Yarwood check-in on the USS Sentinel
Posted by Ensign Alwyn Yarwood (Medical Doctor) in Sickbay - Ensign Alwyn Yarwood check-in on the USS Sentinel
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(Snip!)
Haadok led the young physician to a quaint office nestled between the examination and surgical suites. There, the doors hissed open to reveal a space adorned by a desk and monitor, vitals display, and glass shelves. If Alwyn were to peer closer, he might notice the curious artefacts on display. A redbat skull peered through hollowed eyes, strange stone carvings swayed without motion, an old stethoscope hung from the ledge, and a pair of leather-backed books leaned against the wall.“Have a seat,” Haadok cut through the silence. “Would you like something to drink?”
— Haadok, CMO
Sitting in the chair, Alwyn said: “Uh, I… I think I’ll have a Green Tea, Yunnan, please.”
Haadok lifted an approving eyebrow and moved to a small wooden boxed situated among her artefacts. Gently tugging open its lid, she sifted through and pulled two bags of Yunnan green and redspice tea from her collection. “If you asked for another variety, I may have needed to synthesize it,” she spoke flatly as though it were a tragedy. “Do you take cream or sugar with your tea?”
He looked around the room and saw some object he guessed to be Haadok’s personals belonging. He recognized the old stethoscope, even though he only see one in a history book, and he looked a bit longer on the strange stones and their strange movement. He wanted to ask about them, but he preferred to wait until the end of the meeting.
Doctor Alwyn Yarwood - Enseign
Tea in hand, Haadok moved to the desk and set Alwyn’s before him before settling in the opposite chair. “Your motivations for pursuing medicine suggest you’re driven and resolute,” she bobbed the teabag, “I respect that. Though it also implies you have goals. So, what do you expect from your assignment to the Sentinel?”
— Haadok, CMO
(OOC: I’m really sorry for the delay, I’ll try to keep up this time !)
(OOC: No worries!)Sitting in the chair, Alwyn noticed it was quite comfortable. He listened to Haadok before answering: “My expectations? Um, well, I want to help and heal as many people as I can.” He marked a pause to put an order in his thoughts.
“Even though space is a wonderful place to go, it’s also one of the biggest threats that await us. I don’t mean I’m scared about it, in fact, I love being in space, but many people are risking their lives by simply being aboard the Sentinel. And I want to keep them alive as long as I’m aboard the ship.
After his little speech, Alwyn just realized about the confidence he just put in those words, a confidence he didn’t know he had until he spoke. he tried to add: “Uh, but… I-I think it’s the goal of all the medical team, not just myself. Bu-but I don’t mean you don’t do anything at all ! No, I mean… Nevermind....” He let out a little sigh and leaned back on his chair
Doctor Alwyn Yarwood - Ensign
“We must maintain a degree of apprehension when engaging space,” she assured. “You put it well: folks are risking their lives by existing. Our line of work only ‘tempts fate’.”
Haadok considered him through half-lidded eyes, pursing her lips to dismiss a hint of an empathetic frown. “Yarwood,” she lifted her eyebrows, “breathe. You do not owe me an explanation. Here, you may speak freely without repercussions…” she hesitated, “…within reason, of course.” Her tranquil expression made it difficult to discern whether she was joking. “This is our opportunity to get to know one another. Understood?”
“I could bore you with the technicalities of your station,” Haadok lifted her mug, “but I am far more interested in what you want to know. So, do you have any questions?”
— Haadok, CMO
Alwyn thought for a second, but nothing came up in his mind. At least, not a professional question. “If… if I can ask you a personal one?”, he asked with hesitation, trying not to be invasive in Haadok’s life. Pointing at the desk, he asked: “What are those stones?” He knew it wasn’t really appropriate for a professional meeting, but he had to know.
Doctor Alwyn Yarwood - Enseign
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